Lion Head Mesa tepidus

her features fell, ever so slightly. such a grim thing. the claws of a cat were vicious, made to tear the flesh of their prey.

she told me she was medicus when she was here, on top of the many other things she tends to. she purred in thought, sending sayf off to either fetch or order a small meal to her room.

for two. she would not send the imperator away without some show of kindness.

have you come on her behalf for supplies while she tends to the dire injury?